that drip could turn torrential

// but i'm weak, and what's wrong with that? //

"Very thoughtful," Danta echoes, "and I selfishly love the idea of you petitioning the gods on the behalf of two Ancients - though I'm sure everyone else will enjoy it as well." But mostly it's for their benefit, and the Maverick's ego enjoys that quite a bit. As for how hot the two of them run, he can only bounce his eyebrows suggestively towards Flora at that, purring a quiet, "You would know, wouldn't you?" before his attention flits elsewhere.

Mainly towards Kai's shadow-puppet-dog, honestly, Danta's grin wide and fanged as he watches it bark silently at Asta's ominous little entourage. "I'm surprised you didn't have them bark back," he quips to the butcher; Asta having a plethora of shadow-hounds loping in his wake does seem very him, honestly.

Ah, but then Kai plants the hot tub seed in his mind, the Maverick groaning and leaning further against the man at his side. "Didn't you add a hot tub to your pool deck at the house?" he asks Flora. "And if you didn't, can I make myself one? Everyone's invited, obviously."

Not even Asta's kiss is enough to dissuade him, though he does smirk up at the obsidian tines that crown his head. "You can be the towel rack if you keep this up."

Dantalion

// boy oh boy I love it when I fall for that //